ted & pamela

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes

September 3rd, 2009 by Ted

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?

Thank you everyone for your birthday wishes!

I’m now another year older, and maybe another year wiser.  Every year, time seems to fly by faster.  When I was in elementary school, every summer seemed to last forever, and I even had time to get bored.  Now I never seem to have enough time to accomplish all of the things I want to do in a day.

What will I remember from the past year?  Let’s see…
  • I got engaged.  That has to be the big one.  I proposed to Pamela on a beach on Isla Mujeres, an island off the coast of Mexico.  She responded, “really?! … I’d LOVE to!” The rest of our vacation was wonderful too, but that was the climax of the story.
  • I learned to be a good teacher’s assistant.  I can now say that I have experience grading homework, reviewing quizzes, finding teaching resources, creating motivational posters, moving whiteboards and bulletin boards, making lunches, and of course, patiently listening to stories about all of Pamela’s students.
  • We went on a roadtrip through several national parks: Grand Canyon, Zion, Arches, Grand Teton, and Yellowstone. We hiked through unbelievably beautiful landscapes, taught ourselves to camp in the semi-wilderness, endured hordes of vicious mosquitoes, and drove for miles down roads that we thought would never end.
  • We went to look at homes, and eventually ended up buying a home in Saratoga. Well, technically we’re still in the process of buying the home, but hopefully everything works out. Along the way, we learned about all sorts of things that we thought only *grown-ups* ever had to deal with.

Who knows what the next year holds in store? More adventures? A wedding, perhaps?

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